Tuesday Het

[meredevachon]

I hope y'all had fun with yesterday's Real Person Fic celebration of porniness. I know I did.

But today is another day, and that means it's time for a new theme to set the mood. Het, to be specific.

So whether that's every guy grab your girl or rule number seven says don't touch the women, but they can grab whatever they want to, it's time for some guy/girl fun.

Any fandom (or original), any M/F, M/F/M, F/M/F, etc. pairing/grouping, any prompt. Crossovers and genderswaps are always good, too.



Remember to format your prompts as follows:

For single fandom: Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN, Sam/Sarah, laugh

For a Crossover: Fandom/Fandom, pairing, word/phrase
Example: SPN/SGA, John Winchester/Janet Frazier, gruff

And for those of you who think "Het! Icky!!!" or even just "I can't write Het!" there are always the lonely prompts just waiting for someone like to find them and give them a second chance at porn.

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[meredevachon]

SPN, Sam/Sarah, laugh

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

The door opens and before Sarah can react Sam ducks down, swallows her giggle of surprise while cupping her face with his hands. His fingers let the curls curve around them; he inhales and fights the blood swelling in his cock at the sweet smell of soap and lavender.

Pure girl, pure feminine.

Before he can stop himself he slides one hand down to grab her underneath her legs and use the other to cradle her in his arms as he steps inside, kicks the door closed and carries her over to the sofa nearby in the living room.

Sarah grins up at him with a flushed face once he deposits her on the red cushions. "Slow down," she says quietly, but her hands move to his jacket and yank it down to his elbows.

He follows her cue, strips off layers only to curse under his breath when his shirt gets caught on his chin when he tries to yank it off. Laughter bubbles out from the girl underneath him and after a moment Sam has to join her, shake his head.

Layers disappear, and soon he's sliding two fingers into her slick heat. Biting at that lush mouth. Stealing her breaths.

Swallowing down her rich laughter and the gasp she makes before she tightens on his fingers, before he crawls on top of her and slides into the closest thing he's felt to home since... October.

[meredevachon]

SPN/SGA, John Winchester/Janet Frazier, gruff

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

His voice is gruff, his kisses rushed and heated on her skin, the brush/burn of his whiskers against her breasts as he lays her down and she spreads her legs.

He moves between them, kissing his way down her stomach to her hip, over her thigh, and then up again, until his tongue touched her clit and she shudders, grasping at the sheets and arching up into him.

His gruffness, his voice and fingers and two day stubble, rub her in all the right ways, and Janet comes quickly, knowing it's the first of many now that John Winchester had found her again...

[meredevachon]

SPN, Dean/Ellen, call

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

"What are you wearing?"

"Who the hell is this?"

Dean chuckles, lays back on the cheap hotel bed as he runs a hand over his bare chest. "Two guesses, and the first doesn't count."

"Dean, I-"

"Want me to stop?" His hand brushes his cock and he hisses in a breath before he circles the base with his fingers. He runs them up, down, so slow and groans. "Want me to hang up, just do this myself?"

"I..." There's silence other than the chatter of background, and then he hears shuffling, the quiet click of a door, and there's blissful empty other than her harsh breathing. "You, boy, need a lesson in phone etiquette," she mutters under her breath, but he can hear the snap of her jeans unbuttoning.

"Gonna spank me, make me behave?" At her quiet gasp he chuckles, dark and deep in his belly. "Oh, I know you'd like that..."

"Fuck... you..." She pants a little.

"Soon, promise. Next time we're in town, Ellen... Now, whatcha wearing?"

[meredevachon]

Leverage, Nate/Sophie/Eliot, drunken fumbling

[roguewords.livejournal.com]

Sophie begged him. Said that if he ever wanted a chance with Nate, this was the way to do it. And hell, he was drunk, and it's not like she wasn't pretty.

The room was pretty dark (and he was almost asleep) when Sophie came in with Nate. Nate didn't even see him laying there on the bed. But Sophie simply kissed and touched, and reached for him, Nate on the other side of her, still fumbling with her bra. When Nate reached over and started stroking his cock, Eliot couldn't help but to moan into Sophie's neck. When Sophie moved to give Nate more room, Eliot's drunkeness cleared right up.

[meredevachon]

RPS, Jeffrey Dean Morgan/Samantha Ferris, impatient

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

"Hurry." Her fingers scramble at his belt, her head tipped back and throat exposed for his mouth.

He chuckled at her impatience, catching her hands and pressing them to the wall beside her hips. His lips traveled up her neck, up to her ear. "Easy."

"Don't want easy."

She struggled for a minute, only relaxing when his knee came between her legs, pressing up and against her clit. "If you're so eager, do it."

He held himself still, just lifting her enough off her feet that her weight is on his leg, and she moaned as she rocked herself against him, faster and faster until she was gasping, pulling against his hands.

Her breathe stuttered and a warmth grew between them as she came, soaking through her panties and into his jeans.

[meredevachon]

author's choice, author's choice, ice cream

[vanillamagick.livejournal.com]

Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Willow/Oz

It's summertime; bright, sunny, long lazy days and she's laying on her stomach on a blanket in the park with Oz laying next to her. There's a book by head and an ice-cream in her hands; dripping down on her fingers. That's when Oz reaches over, draws her fingers to his mouth and cleans up them. Willow gasps in surprise, then delight, then arousal as Oz's tongue swirls over her palm. Their eyes meet nd the blanket is packed up and they move to the back of his van, still on the blanket but naked, clutched against each other, rocking together.

(and my first ever attempt at writing... anything fictional since school)

[justapieceofme.livejournal.com]

Going to throw out a new fandom and hope somebody knows it...

TrueBlood/Sookie Stackhouse Series, Sookie/Bill, teasing

[roguewords.livejournal.com]

I definitely have to give Bill credit. He's been driving me crazy, hinting all week long about some surprise he had planned. Told me I need to rest up. Now he's got me somewhere, blind folded, drove me around in his car. I wouldn't be surprised if he had just taken me back home, but I really had no way of telling. Good blind fold.

Bill picked me up out of the car, and carried me up some stairs. Not saying a word, and of course, I can't read his mind; so still no clue where we were at. He set me down on a soft bed, definitely not my bed though. "Come on, Bill, just a little hint," I asked him. Damn vampire didn't say a word.

He did start kissing me softly on the lips, and then the neck. And then a little lower. And then he stopped.

"DAMN TEASE."

"Yes, but you like it Sookie."

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

RPF - JDM/Sara Ramirez, corsets

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

RPF - Chad Michael Murray/Sophia Bush, Bitch

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Did you enjoy it?

What's that?

Him fucking you.

Ah...why do you want to know?

Just answer the question.

Maybe.

Coward.

Okay, fine, I enjoyed it.

Thought so.

What...are you...oh, shit...

The strap-on had been enormous, and Chad had protested, but Sophia insisted. After all, she said, it was only fair. Which didn't make much sense to him, but he'd never been able to tell her no. Though he'd managed to hold out until she grabbed his hair tight and pulled him to his knees in front of her. Before it was over, he was bent over the back of the sofa while she fucked him as the video camera captured every whimper and groan.

[monica-catch22.livejournal.com]

SPN Dean/Anna, Reunited

[morgan-cian.livejournal.com]

Red hair like fire slipped through his fingers. Her smile was shy and knowing in equal measure. She leaned forward and he kissed her. It felt....wrong. Expectation, lust, yes, but the connection was gone. Too much had happened.

Her hands on his back soothed, long leans legs cradled him. His body shook with tremors and she held him. He lifted his head and she kissed him.

"It'll be okay, Dean." She encouraged him to rest his head against the gentle swell of her breast. Her fingers tangled with his to still them. "It'll be okay."

Dean closed his eyes and rested in the arms of his fallen angel. Thoughts of his brother, the seals, the angels scattered. He just rested.

I know...whispered in his mind and Dean flinched. He was in the arms of angel and in love with his brother.

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Blair/Dan, ink

not a handmaiden by any means, dan/blair, PG

[danniisupernova.livejournal.com]

"You have a tattoo?" She looks at him incredulously. "Where?"

"Uh, it's on my back." She sniffs at him. "Serena never told me that." He can see her hand twitch for a moment at her side and can see her irrepressible, school-girl urge to shove his shirt up around his armpits to see it.

"So...what's it of?" She had been walking down the steps of the Met when they ran into each other, both stinging from scandal, Blair's being left and Dan's leaving. He's surprised she's even speaking with him. They're walking together, mostly in silence when Dan mentions it to break the ice.

He doesn't say anything, willing, just this once, for the sake of her low ebb, to push her. She sighs exasperatedly. They walk a few more blocks (to where, he has no idea) when she grabs the tail of his blazer, yanks it up and throws up his untucked school shirt as well.

She wrinkles her nose at it. "Nolight bastards carbon a room?" "Nolite Bastardes Carbonarum." Dan replies. "Don't let the bastards wear you down." She smiles at this, a bit of the old glint back in her eye. "I like that."

[lorilann.livejournal.com]

Gossip Girl, Chuck/Jenny, scarf

[honeyjojames.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Eliot/Parker, money

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Eliot gathered what money was still on the bed and not buried under Parker. He carefully aligned the edges and then worked them into a tight roll. When he had a roll large enough to fit comfortably in his hand he moved behind Parker.

Her back to his chest, he spread her legs. Slowly, carefully, he worked it into her, taking care not to block her view of them in the mirror. He watched as her eyes, so quick to take in everything around her, focused. Then grew heavy; her breathing tiny, sharp pants. As the last of it disappeared she fell apart in his arms crying out.

"Money!"

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SPN, John Winchester/Ellen, slow dance

[idiosyncratic.livejournal.com]

Each move is slow, deliberate, and they circle each other like they've done a hundred times before. It's to the point that Ellen can predicate John's next words, his next move, but she can't predict how she'll respond. Not this time.

When he touches her, she doesn't hesitate and pull away. No, this time she shifts, moves, turns into the touch until her breasts are crushed against his chest and she can feel his erection burning her through layers of denim. He doesn't ask. He doesn't need to. Her hitched breath is confirmation enough.

He takes his time, as she knew he would, and she's crying with frustration and need before long. When he slips inside her, stretching her, filling her, she sighs, long and low. When he starts to move, she clutches him tight, sound escaping her in a breathless scream as she comes. She rides the waves of her orgasm while he continues to thrust into her with slow, deep strokes, and she shivers all over when his lips touch her ear and he whispers, "Again."

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SGA, Rodney McKay/Jennifer Keller, flirt

[jade-starlight.livejournal.com]

Rodney's not very good when it comes to flirting. He may be a genius, but when it comes to interactions with other people he can be kind of an idiot. Jennifer knows this, and she doesn't care. She likes him anyway, even if sometimes she'd like to hear the kind of pretty words that are completely beyond Rodney.

She doesn't want to change him, doesn't want him to try to become something he's not. After all, if she wanted something else, she wouldn't be with Rodney in the first place. And if sometimes she wishes that he could at least make an attempt at flirting, she'll never tell.

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Matt/Daphne, awkward

[plotbunny-tiff.livejournal.com]

They've known each other for barely the length of a day (she doesn't count the hours she made him sit, stay, good cop for her in the airport).

She still thinks he's crazy for spouting all this "meant for me" crap (but it is kinda sweet and simple, which fits him). Matt gives her looks that could rival the cutest puppy in the window. He's a jumble of awkward protector and stumbling determination, and he comes off as so earnest, so optimistic, so harmless...

Until he stands too close, until the one-two punch of his body heat and his scent fills her head, until he narrows his eyes just so and lowers his voice just enough to send her imagination racing-

(chasing her through twisted alleys no matter how fast she runs he's on her heels suddenly his hands are bunched in her hair up against a brick wall skirt up panties down how could she be this wet for a stranger)

She doesn't know if it's her fantasy or his, and it adds a bittersweet note to the swelling tension between them.

[havenward.livejournal.com]

Leverage, Hardison/Parker, geeky

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

She'll maybe never admit how hot it is, when he's so caught up in his geekery that he doesn't know she's watching.

But she watches, and when that sly grin tells her he's done, she slides in to show hom how proud she is, lips curled ip to match his smile, pressing herself against his hardness(because he always gets hard)...and she whispers "geek" in his ear, even as she rides him through his orgasm.

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Serenity, Mr. Universe/Lenore (his robot girl), company

[flariariia.livejournal.com]

Knowing as much as he did was a lonely existance. He was everywhere and therefore had no time to be at only one place. He knew everyone, but no-one knew him. It was a lonely existence, knowing all this, so it was nobody else's business what kind of company he kept in his lonely long hours. And Lenore was the best company, she sat quietly and watched him fly free and follow the signal. It was enough for him, to know that there was someone with him, to keep him company when he found out everything.

[toestastegood.livejournal.com]

Heroes, Adam/Monica, ice

hope this suffices

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

He climbs up on top of her and pushes the ice cube up her stomach. "Perhaps if I put you on ice," he says, the deep snarling purr of a lazy tiger, "I could keep you around forever."

"You'd like that." She laughs, shivering a bit as he takes the ice on a spiraling lap or two around the base of her breasts, drawing a figure eight and warming the chilly trail with his tongue. "Keep me in your little cage and thaw me out for a little nookie once in a while."

He reaches between her legs and strokes. She whines a little. "I'd rather," he says against her ear now, "think of you as my ice queen. Frozen and perfect, always beautiful."

"You mean dead."

He feigns hurt. "Never." He pushes the fast-shrinking cube into her mouth and presses his own mouth to hers, sipping cool water from her lips like the fountain of youth. "Dead is a relative term, in any event." His fingers slide into her and she moans, hips rising. "Now that you've seen me live forever, I'm sure you can do it as well."

It doesn't work that way and he knows it. The girl who can do anything and the man who's seen everything. But he's never seen anything like her, and the fact that she can't do this one thing makes him want to stuff his own heart in a block of ice.

[moorishflower.livejournal.com]

Heroes/X-Files, Mohinder/Scully, belief

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

Eying him across the small table in the diner, Dana is surprised that Dr. Suresh, with all his education and sophistication, can possibly believe what he's saying. People with special abilities. An entire phenomenon, wherein some genetic anomaly has created these abilities. Instant healing and regeneration, ESP, telekinesis, biologically-generated radioactivity, super speed. It sounds utterly ridiculous.

It sounds like something Mulder would try to sell her on.

And then she remembers just how often Mulder has been right, and she can't help a tiny sigh of resignation.

"Okay," she tells the soft-spoken man as he sets his teacup on the table, "I believe you. So how do we help all these people?"

When he smiles, his body relaxing just fractionally, it feels like all the tension has gone out of the air, and the sun has come out.

* * *

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

SG1, Cam/Sam, sweat

[fyere.livejournal.com]

She doesn't feel the need to pretty herself up when he's around, dumb herself down, put on flower-patterned skirts and makeup and have perfect glossy nails. She'll get sweaty boxing him on the gym mats or trying to outrun him on the next treadmill over, and she knows that when he looks at her, it'll always be with an expression of admiration at how she knocked him on his ass with that punch or managed to go an extra few kilometers further than he did that afternoon, and he'll laugh at himself and push himself even harder next time, trying to outdo her. She likes that - that he doesn't hold back for her.

She likes that she can put on her oldest, baggiest workhorse jeans and bring her bike over and park it in his driveway, and he'll pull his car out alongside it, and they'll spend a Saturday with their toolboxes tinkering away. He'll slide out from under the car, rivulets of moisture running down his face in the heat, and point out, grinning, the stains smudging her face and her bangs, dirty like she always gets when she works on her bike. She'll point out that his fly is open. He'll accuse her of doing it when he wasn't looking, she'll innocently retort that it's easy enough to get him out of his clothes that she doesn't have to resort to subterfuge to make it happen, and they'll end up rolling around on his overgrown front lawn, laughing and grappling, scandalizing his neighbors. She likes that she can have fun with him.

Later on, he'll put an apron on and some mismatched candles on the table and cook them dinner. Later still, she'll strip off her flannel and denim, down to the pretty underwear underneath. She wears it for both of them, and lets him peel it off her if he wants, glad she's found someone who will brazenly shoot her point-blank on the paintball range and let her fix his car engine for him, and yet thinks she's a goddess in silk and lace and understands why she needs to feel like that sometimes.

She loves that she doesn't have to compromise any of herself for him, nor he for her. She loves that they understand each other.

[ravensword.livejournal.com]

Firefly, Zoe/Wash, candles & roses

[meredevachon]

Life on Serenity isn't always easy. It's never posh. Most of the time it's gritty and dark and not a little painful.

But that just means, the beautiful moments, when they happen, are that much more beautiful.

Like now.

Zoe climbs down the ladder into their quarters after a supper of protein powder and vitamin supplements, and stops short on the bottom rung.

Wash has been busy.

Candles ring the room, softening the harsh ship's lights and filling the space with a golden glow. The bed is turned down, and rose petals cover the surface.

When she takes the final step down into the room, music starts playing softly, something jazzy but mellow, but then Wash slides up close to her side and whispers in her ear, "Hey pretty lady, whatcha doin' tonight?" and she could care less about any music that's not her man and all the things that are going to come out of his mouth before the night is through.

"Don't have any plans, exactly. Why, d'you have any ideas?" She doesn't wait for him to answer, just wraps his arm around her waist and pulls him toward the bed.

"Yeah, but the dress code's a little more casual than this." She's got a pretty good idea what he means by casual, at least if the fact he's bareass naked already.

Wash slides the holster off her shoulders, and as soon as it clears her hands, Zoe tosses him onto the bed, waits until she knows he's looking and then strips. Not a get naked as quick as possible, but not exactly dawdling either. She wants him turned on – not that that seems to be a problem – and knows he loves to watch her, but with the way he's gone all out, she's not much in the mood for waiting either.

Soon enough Wash is pulling her onto the bed on top of him, the scent of the flowers surrounding them, the petals crushed and warmed by their bodies. He kisses her deep and slow as she sinks down onto him, letting him fill her. She wraps her legs around his hips and rolls them over, laughing as he nips and sucks on her lip, and the thrust of his hips stutters as she clenches around him.

Life on Serenity can wait. All that matters is the two of them, this place, this moment. And it is beautiful.


[not exactly where I thought this was going to go, but hey, I finally finished something *shrugs*]

[fireflypenance.livejournal.com]

Btvs/Ats, Angel/Faith, angels & insects

Angels and Insects

[harlot2.livejournal.com]

Faith caught a firefly and cupped it between her hands. She peered through the hole between her thumb and forefinger and watched its tail light pulse for a moment.

“What are you doing?” Angel asked.

Faith looked at him like he’d sprouted horns for a moment, then rolled her eyes. “You know, it shouldn’t surprise me that you’re not familiar with the concept of catching fireflies.”

“I’m familiar with it, I just never really understood it,” he responded. “I thought they were lightning bugs.”

“Same thing.” Faith shrugged and let it go.

“I’ll bet you were one of those kids that pulled the back ends off.” He looked up at the air around him, where the fireflies were beginning to increase in number.

Faith swiped at another one and missed. “Oh, like you wouldn’t have been. You know neither one of us come anywhere close to being angels.”

“Yeah, fallen angels, maybe.”

Angel reached out and grabbed a firefly. He opened his hand and it sat there for a moment, turned around, and flew away.

Faith smiled. “It’s like giving it the second chance we’re still so desperately seeking.”

“Hm.” He just watched the insect fly away.

“I don’t think we’re fallen yet, Angel.” Faith walked over and hugged him around the waist, despite his perpetual. “Maybe we’re just earning our wings.”

[meredevachon]

SPN, Dean/Ellen, the next time

*hint hint*

[alldunn.livejournal.com]

Dean's pressed against the wall of the store room, Ellen holding him there. He's not exactly upset with the arrangement, he's just wondering what brought this on.

"I said fuck you," her voice is a smokey rasp in his ear, more breath than sound. "You said next time." She held him still while slipping her favorite strap-on into his tight, slick hole. Once she was fully in, she wiggled her hips, waiting for the jerk that told her she found...there. The prostate. Fumbling on the shelf, she found what she wanted and fiddled with it before pressing it to Dean's ear.

"Now, show me how nice people talk on the phone."

"Hello?"

"Sam?"

[vanillamagick.livejournal.com]

Bones, Booth/Brennan, bubbles
(this prompt brought to you by the letter 'b'!)

[alaskhah.livejournal.com]

Parker had left a bottle of bubbles in the SUV, so Booth decided today was the perfect day for a picnic. He dragged Bones to the park with him and pulled the bottle out after they had eaten. After the first few streams of bubbles flowed out, she started into her scientific spiel about how bubbles were formed. He cut her off with a finger to her lips. "You will not spoil this for me."

Her voice grew soft and her eyes got the faraway look he recognized as remembering her family and her childhood. "It's how my dad taught me about surface tension. I always thought they were beautiful. He showed me how each one, when it collides with another, it changes the shape of both bubbles." She looked up at him with a look of thinly veiled desperation, "He said people are like that, too - that when we connect with people, we change each other. Do you think so?"

He pulled her into a hug and spoke softly into her hair, "Absolutely we do, Bones, absolutely we do."

He kept an arm around her as they walked back to the car and he would swear that she held a little tighter to him than usual.

(Sorry it's not porn, but this is how my brain spun it. :) )